Achingly Beautiful
Night, that fateful raven alighted on the cusp of my bewitchment
The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moonA silverback thundering across the cosmosIn silence now stars followed her tuneWinking from existence on the brink of chaosI penned an open sonnet, to the pearly gates ablazeAs I gazed upon this angel intoxicating everything
The ball became her court, her presence there electrifyingCandelabra fought, to tear themselves away
She was a flame, divineMy pathic call of duty, irrefutableHer eyes they paralyzed me, froze the flow of timeA glimpse so achingly beautiful
Fleeing from the manor in the manner of this crimeWe sheltered from the pelting, helter-skelter of the skiesIn the Greek gazebo, speaking tragedian rhymeDeath would never settle, for one petal at a timeHe would pluck
Lo, this malleus eve, is heaving to the pulse of souls
She was the game, sublimeA Knight takes Queen in ruby, IndisputableThen her eyes, they paralyzed me for a second timeA glimpse so achingly beautiful
Drinking in her flora this Aurora to the stormI was burning in the furnace of a love that went to warWith ravenous desire, fires lit the heavens forCaressing in the rainfall, a less painful metaphorFor this hunger
On marbled tombBreathless, cocoonedA long red dress shrouds, like Ophelia, this GoddessMourning then crawlsBlack velvet palledTo pass fervent lips, betwixt her deliciousness
Miserere Mei DivaForgive me forever my brideBut a gift was delivered, however perverseOn that night you exquisitely died
(Seraphina rise)Arcane perfection, her legend was etched(To queen demon revised)A fell resurrection, unparalleled in this world or next
Awaken, forsaken, by others so taken as preyNow you shall stand in the grandeur of loveA wonderland in which to play
The beast in the clouds spat back the moonAnd arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebsShe slid to her feet like a prophet of doomBorn to immortal darkness as mortality slipped away
She was a flame, divineMy gnathic call of duty, irrefutableHer eyes imparadised me with their wicked shineA glimpse so achingly beautiful
Now she stirs the night just like the perfect LoreleiAs she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul
Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet, the beast in beauty's maskHer skies, bediademed, complete, now freed of days grown overcast